Sunday, November 20, 2011

Conferences

Tomorrow brings conferences from 12-7. Tuesday is Professional Development. My holiday begins on Tuesday at 3:40.

But let's backtrack. Tomorrow is conferences. I know I can't be the only one who gets a pit in her stomach and major anxiety when it comes to conferences. On top of that, I took a 1/2 personal day on Friday to change over all of my utilities [I moved, whoooop!], so I don't even know my conference schedule. Parents are instructed to call the office and schedule for the school-wide conference day. The last I checked was on Wednesday, and at that time I only had two scheduled, one right at noon and the other was sometime later.

And these two students are doing just fine.

So not one of the conferences I had requested had signed up by Wednesday. As much as I'd LOVE to have all of this extra time to get stuff done in my classroom, these families REALLY need to come in and talk with me. But I guess we'll see what happens. If they didn't sign up, I'll just continue to write notes in planners and leave messages at home. Yep. So frustrating.

So like I said, I moved! Just to a different apartment complex in the same city. On Friday, I ran around to change all of my utilities over to my new place [which you can't do over the phone ahhh-noying].

I went to pick up my keys. Walk into my leasing center [wearing my school hoodie], and I hear "Why are you moving here, you could be moving right next to school]. So I'm thinking that someone is just looking at my hoodie and trying to make conversation. So I smile and keep looking forward.

[Can you tell I'm socially awkward?]

So the other people in the office are like what are you talking about. And the man says, "That's my son's teacher."

Yep, then it clicked. It was one of my special-ist of little friend's father! Funny how when you are completely out of the context you usually see people, you don't make the connection. Kind of like when a student sees you at Walmart. But anyway..

So apparently, he works there. Nice guy, don't get me wrong. But there's a reason I live 35 minutes from school! Well many reasons. I'm not sure of his job title, so every time I call maintance, walk into the office, etc., I need to make sure I'm on my game. Ugh!

2 comments:

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